Fantasy: Start Rewarding 100 Consecutive Draws

"Teacher, are you looking for me?"

Wang Yan came soon, and was obviously taken aback when he saw Lu Chuan.

"Brother Lu, why are you here?"

"I came here specifically for you!"

Lu Chuan smiled, "Your ancestor of the royal family is dead."

"What?"

Lu Chuan's words made Wang Yan look dumbfounded, his ancestor died?

Isn’t it normal for the ancestor to die? Can someone who is not dead call an ancestor?

Also, where did his ancestor come from? He and Grandpa are the only two in the whole family! What happened to this ancestor?

"You have an old ancestor named Wang Ziming in your royal family. He is dead..."

Lu Chuan explained it, and then Wang Yan understood.

"I didn't expect what Grandpa said turned out to be true, I thought it was teasing me!"

Wang Yan suddenly realized it, and then became a little tangled.

The ancestor is a monk in the transformation stage, and his sect is definitely not an ordinary force.

But he is now a student in the college, and there is a grandfather at home who needs to take care of, if he leaves like this...

"I suggest you go. Your qualifications are very good and you should have a broader space for development. The academy is a place for teaching and educating people, not a prison, and will not tightly tie students together."

Without waiting for Wang Yan to speak, Wang Situ spoke first.

Although this old man has a grumpy temper and squirts at every turn, he has to say that his character is worthy of his status as a teacher.

As he said, the Academy is a place to teach and educate people.

Teach students to practice and educate students to be human. This is not a prison, but a shelter from the wind.

"That's right, you will never treat you badly when you go. The worst is an inner disciple. Does the inner disciple know what it means? Any inner disciple can slap this old guy into a fool."

Lu Chuan pointed at Wang Situ, speaking without any kind of politeness.

"Little bunny, how do you talk!"

Wang Situ was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, but did not refute.

His soul is very powerful, not far from smelting the three souls and seven souls.

However, in this situation, Lu Chuan still felt a lot of pressure.

He didn't know what chance Lu Chuan got during this period, but he must not underestimate it.

"Okay, I'll go!"

It is the nature of every creature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, as is the pursuit of a better living environment.

Lu Chuan was not afraid that he would not agree, because Qiankun Jianzong was better than Chunqiu Academy.

One is the force standing at the pinnacle of Dongzhou, and the other is struggling to mix in small places like Chu, and there is no meaning to compare which is strong and weak.

"Very well, you will be thankful for your choice."

Lu Chuan nodded and left with Wang Yan.

He wants to contact Qiankun Jianzong immediately and leave this ghost place immediately.

Lu Chuan didn't want to stay in Chu country for a moment, the group of chasing others was just crazy.

If you have an enmity with the Qitian God Clan, then go to the Qitian God Clan. What's the situation with Lu Chuan?

Can't afford to provoke the Qitian gods, and specifically find him this little shrimp trouble?

Just look for it, what the **** is the late Dongxu?

To deal with a monk in the Qi Refining Period, it would be very ridiculous to dispatch the Spiritual Transformation Period.

"Can you bring my grandfather? There is no one at home, and we are left with my grandpa and grandson. Although I have left some money to take care of my neighbors, I don’t know how long it will take to come back. Grandpa’s age, I’m afraid I won’t last for that time."

Wang Yan looked at Lu Chuan and said.

"I can understand what you think, but I don't recommend it."

Lu Chuan shook his head, "The teleportation formation is on the top of the mountain, even if you take care of it, he may not be able to hold on. And we are going back to the teleportation formation this time, the process is very bumpy. It is nothing to the monks, but It’s different for mortals, let alone being that old."

"Hey……"

Wang Yan sighed, and then said to Lu Chuan, "I want to see Grandpa for the last time, and I hope Brother Lu will be perfect."

"Let's go!"

Wang Yan's eyes were firm, and Lu Chuan knew that if he didn't agree, he could only use it hard.

His task is to find the heir of the outer door elder Wang Ziming and take it back, not to take him back.

The speed of the two was not slow, and they returned to their hometown in half an hour.

"Grandpa, I'm back."

Wang Yan shouted, but no one responded.

"Grandpa, I'm back!"

He called again, but no one responded.

Seeing this situation, Wang Yan kicked the door open and rushed in.

Elder Wang lay quietly on the bed, his face peaceful, but he was out of breath.

"End of life! Sorrow!"

Lu Chuan took a look and knew that Old Man Wang, like his ancestor named Wang Ziming, was old and dead.

Whether it is Lu Chuan's previous life or this life, it is great happiness to be able to die.

There were a lot of weird diseases in the previous life, and it is an extravagant hope to live to death without disease and disaster.

In this world, spirit beasts are everywhere, monks like dogs, coupled with war and private enmity, although there are not so many diseases, the living environment is not much better.

The end of life has become a luxury, the mortal world is so sad.

In comparison, the world of monks is actually not much better.

Fight with the sky, fight with the earth, fight with people.

Living beings are infinite, but resources are limited.

If you want to live, if you want to live better, you must fight.

Fighting and fighting, every strong man climbed up with countless blood and corpses.

Either become a master or a stepping stone, there is no third way to go.

"Ok!"

Wang Yan nodded, not too sad.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, love and hate separation, this is what mortals need to experience.

In just a few decades, everything will turn into a cloud of smoke.

The life span of a monk during the Qi Refining Period is as long as two hundred years.

The monks in the transformation stage are either extremely indifferent or extremely persistent. There is nothing to be sorrowful about in a long life, including life and death.

"wrong!"

Just when Wang Yan was about to pick up the corpse of Elder Wang and take it to the Wang Family Ancestral Hall for burial, a strong sense of crisis suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Dodge!"

Pulling Wang Yan behind him, Lu Chuan instantly propped up the aura shield.

Rumble!

A violent explosion appeared out of thin air, and the body of Mr. Wang was blown into powder, and the violent explosion knocked out Lu Chuan.

"grandfather!"

Wang Yan let out a scream, his eyes were red, and his eyes were cracked.

"kill!"

An angry roar came from outside, Lu Chuan looked up, and a chill instantly swept through his body.

It was not someone else who made the sound, it was the late-stage Dongxu monk who chased him down not long ago.

"Fuck Nima!"

Lu Chuan was really anxious. He didn't know any God Clan at all, and he didn't know what it was until he was hunted down.

As a result, these people made trouble for him time and time again, and even sent out monks in the transforming gods and caves.